Thursday, November 11, 2010

Imagination

The ground is hard, and my steps

must ring like a bell in the pools.


A sudden swell where something big

moves unseen, muscular and swift.


Heaves out from the polished stones

and rolls under the bridge.


I don't know what it is

and won't guess.


 I like where the mind goes,

fantastic creature from another realm.









































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